Keme

"...does it, Sir Osias?" He smiles bitterly, a strange sight on the fawn's face that is normally alight with laughter, curiosity, something innocent. Not today...something is strange about the fawn. His antlers have been growing in, now, fast in this magical forest...He will have his first set soon. Little candles, complete with a glowing flame, lay in front of the first tine, flickering in an odd beat with his heart and blinks.

He had found this deer because he sensed that Osias knew something, something that he wanted to know too.

He stares at him, sitting above the fawn like a king on his portion of the broken stone. Keme sits below, with no illusions. He is not a king, just a fawn. Just a fawn attracted to strange, often dark creatures, leading him to ones like the Demon sitting above him. The bitter smile fades as he begins to speak softly to himself, murmuring.

"My mother...adopted mother. I don't think she'd like you, Sir...But then again, she didn't even raise a hoof to say 'don't'. Not like Kaoori at all...I think she loves somebody more than me, Mister." He looks for confirmation from the Demon, then suddenly continues.

"It's this fawn...'Empty Child'. Miss Joro loves it...It'll be a fawn forever, you see, Mister Osias. Not like me," He looks up, attempting to see his own antlers, "'Cause I'll be a stag soon." He sighs and looks down, frowning.

"And she said she loved me too, but she didn't say 'forever'. I think she gave up on me..." He looks back up suddenly as the demon moves to sit beside him, for reasons he can't quite understand. Osias is warm, a welcome friend in the atmosphere of the mist he is so frightened of.